If it isn't one woman it's another."
Sunshine came into Pembroke's face again. "Ideal or not ideal, I am
going to make the effort."
"Success to you!" patting his shoulder. He was good to look at, and it
was my opinion that Phyllis might do worse. We miss a good deal in
this world by being over particular.
We were coming into Trafalgar. Nelson stood high up in the yellow fog.
"Nature is less gracious than history sometimes," mused Pembroke,
gazing up. "She is doing her best to dull the lustre of the old
gentleman. Ah, those were days when they had men."
"We have them still," said I. "It is not the men, but the
opportunities, which are lacking."
"Perhaps that is so. Yet, it is the great man who makes them."
I was thinking of Hillars. "I would give a good deal for a regiment
and a bad moment for our side." There was no mighty column in his
memory, scarcely a roll of earth. "What do you want to do?" I asked.
"Shall we hail a cab and drive to the park?"
"Just as you say, if it is not interfering with your work."
"Not at all."
"Have a cigar," said Pembroke, after we had climbed into the cab and
arranged our long legs comfortably.
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